481 402. The deputy captain faded,

"Please wait."

Sudden voice stops me.

I turn to the shadows that hold my breath and chase me.... Whoo, it's him again.

... Him...?............... who.

He stared straight at me stopping and desperately fixed his breath. If I wait for him to speak in silence, I open my pale eyes slightly.

... why is he like that...... woohoo,... right.

Were you relieved because you were too light-hearted?... or were you... putting too much thought into the past ahead of you...

With this empty body, I turn to him… to those people's oblivion.

"Please explain...! Captain Harrison Knights, I am."

"Now you're the Knights Commander, Arthur Beresford.

Correcting his words without hesitation, Arthur Beresford whispered and tied them tight. He wrinkles between his eyebrows and stares at me every time he tells me. The short silver hair swayed in the wind.

"Huh... Harrison,... my lord. I just assumed the post of Knight Captain the other day. Why have you made me an immature captain?

"Suitable for provisions.

Appointment to the Knights Commander is by nomination if the former Knights Commander is alive.

As long as you are a captain, it doesn't matter the year the captain takes office or the team to which he belongs. He was the Knights Commander. If I leave as a knight, I can nominate the next Knights Commander from the Knights Commander in one place.

Besides, he already has more hope than I do. Where I nominated him as chief of the Knights, none of the Knights blamed it. Undeniably inexperienced, but it would be a decision far better than me and others. Or could no one just say anything to him that those people left behind? … or did you dream of the Knights regeneration in his appearance, which is a living copy of the Knights of the Day of the Living?

to my words. Still shaking his head quietly, he opens his mouth again. A more suitable knight, such as me, if so, said the deputy commander, why did he leave the knight? Ask me desperately.

There was no obligation to answer, answering in a nutshell made his face even more rugged and wrinkles between his brows engraved.... Woohoo, there's an extra shadow of that one when you give that look.

"... Arthur Beresford. You are... similar to the Knights Commander.

He opened his eyes to my words. "Does that mean to my father..." he said, retreating in confusion. I put my arms together and looked at him head to toe and nodded.

"Woohoo, similar. It's not just his appearance, all his words and gestures are a living copy of the Knights Commander. The majesty of his presence is such that… he is more illusioned that he has risen before his eyes.

... thank you, and. bowing his head. Behind that word, he laughed quietly. The shadow was falling on that expression. It's called resemblance, delightfully but shadowed.... What does he want?

"In addition, you belonged to the most ranked team in the past. It's like walking down the road in that time.

On top of that, it even matured to the sword. He has great talent. Every time the Knights Commander thought the Vice Commander would have been delighted… his breath was jammed.

"It's all the same as the Knights Commander.... That's why I..."

He laughed again at my words. It's an honor, a dark shadow falls again, even though I give it back. And I give this thought to him in words for the first time.

"That hurts you... my chest.

... because I remember those people on the day they were here.

The Knights Commander, the Vice Commander was there… that moment that was full.

The more he resembles the Knights Commander, … the more he is reminded of the loss of the Deputy Commander. Even though there is a shadow of the Knights Commander, there is no deputy commander. The discomfort clogged my throat, … and I realize time and again that they are both now deceased.

If he speaks, there is no vice president's voice on the gavel.

If he laughs, he can't have a deputy commander beside him.

If he blames me, I think... over and over again why the Knights Commander and Deputy Commander won't blame me.

With the look and voice of the Knights Commander whom I respect, he bows his head to me. He commands me in that appearance, and obeys me in that voice.

His figure just tightens his chest. Hopefully it will be completely different from the Knights Commander, … how many times have I wished.

His appearance is too cruel for me to live in reality with thoughts on the day of my existence.

Shut his mouth to my words. He stretches his face and lays his eyes down to deviate from me.

My jaw, which I had eaten tied, was shaking slightly. Even the fists I unloaded were gripped to tremble, as if they were guilty of me. The phrase, zeroed to squeeze out, "I'm sorry..." was more pregnant with his own pain than I was.

"... Being the Knights Commander will make your wishes come true, too.

He raised his face to my words.

He gazes at me as he opens his deep pale eyes to the extreme and confirms their meaning.

... He has had eyes that have had some purpose since joining the Knights. I don't know what that wants, either. However, I can only be sure that he is making desperate achievements and building up for promotion up every day.... all the time, to me I've seen him.

Being a Knights leader like your father, or regenerating the Knights? Either way, if he came to the top of the Knights, he would be able to make it happen easily.

Arthur Beresford stands on the last top of the Knights, and if his wishes come true, he doesn't even need me to be a Knight anymore.

... that's why I stayed with the Knights.

He kept waiting for a thousand autumnal thoughts when he was promoted to captain of the knight.

You can't still crush the Knights where he is, you can't leave this seat until he takes the Knights Commander's seat. I already lost the meaning of being a knight and kept immersing myself in the knight's throne forever.

I just kept waiting, just for him to grow.

"Bye, Arthur Beresford.

I tell him everything and I turn my back on him.

The knight's name and title were returned. There is no place to go home. It's just... there's only one thing left to do.

I hung many words on my back that Arthur Beresford would hold back. But I dare you to listen to everything. … he doesn't even need to know. I don't even have to worry about it. I'm just that one.

"I joined the Knights to find out the truth about Roderick Beresford's accident..."

... suddenly.

He raised his voice. A voice very similar to that of the Commander of the Knights, … to me with a voice somewhere mixed with youth.

My leg stops unexpectedly and I look back at him again. He gripped me so hard that I shook his sword and stopped stabbing me with a strong eye that I thought I was staring.

If I listen back briefly, he'll stick up another word. Now keep your voice down, mind your eyes, but be clear.

"... and if.... If my father was deliberately plunged, he wants to avenge it. Clearing up my father's untrained is... the real reason I went for a knight.

I don't raise my name, but I don't even know who the vendetta refers to.... He also remained imprisoned seven years ago.

"... I am not the kind of man expected of a knight or Lord Harrison... nor a knight as fine as my father. He is a disgraceful being, pretending to be a fine knight while imitating his father. … I have no such thing as" I ".

His words, which leaned down on his face and spoke bitterly, were not humble or anything else.

The words from my heart were full of disgust and shame for me. Eating and tying teeth, the sound of rubbing iron reaches my ears.

Right. All I could say was that word. I also wonder if he would have leaned closer to his feelings if he were the deputy commander or Karam Bordeaux... I can't.

I don't know why you have revealed that sincerity to me and others that no knight would have known before. You thought you wouldn't mind telling me if I were not even a knight. Speaking as if he were penitentiary, he seemed already imprisoned by black bad hands.

He is in the Knights knowing all his mistakes, his shame, his sins and his disgrace.... just like me.

"... Arthur Beresford.

Turn your back on him again.

Now that I had also returned the Knights' uniforms, my body without my jacket was stirred by the cold wind and sounded on my skin.

I can't find a word or anything that leans against him. I don't even know how to do that. Because I'm not like the other knights.

I wish someone could give me a kind word instead of me. I want other powers. It's just that if he wants something "reason" like me. If you want me to give you a reason for honor, a role, instead of sinfulness that could be filthy, wrong, or sinful.

Without looking back on him, I only give him the last word. The wind blows, he shouts out not to be scratched off by the air sounds that plunder his ears, … and tells him.

"Knights, please.

... No reply was received.

Not once has he replied that he would have replied with a tense voice. But without the courage to look back, it's time for me to leave this place with my special abilities.

"………… Deputy Head of Mission.

Running, I think.

I don't know if the words I gave Arthur Beresford are the right reason and function, …

Just like the only words that have stopped me from living as a knight and kept me moving. … which, I hope, is his driving force.

Running at high speed, looking up at the sky. I let myself peer through the clouds where the sun was about to set.

"... fulfilled. I did. The task you have entrusted… indeed.

Even though there's no way he's here, he plays with a single population. As soon as I put it into words, something hot shoved up my throat and bit my lips off.

Yes, I did. That one's the last wish the vice president wanted.

If he knocks on the knight's gate, please support him on my behalf. Make sure you wish then.

"So what's ahead...

There are no more knights' names, no titles, no uniforms, no rear shields. I only have this body and sword with me anymore. That's why.

"Do what I want, I'm going to finish it.

I hit my chest anew with the same determination from that day on.

Significant life and death. Because that's the last time I want.

……

"... long...!... Liso... Deputy...!... Harrison... Chang Zheng"

... What...?

My head,... hot. Looks like you can burn your whole body.... Now, where...?

I can't get my thoughts together. Hot, hot...... heavy. I wonder what it would have been, even torture, and fly. No, what... I'm not...

Were you... dreaming?

I can't remember what kind of dream. It's just... it wasn't a bad dream, like...,...?

"Lieutenant Harrison, it's time! It's already rally time!

Will he lie asleep? And he will raise his voice from behind the door, and his eyes will finally wake up.... Shit, sleepyhead.

Beyond the door... is the Knight of the Eighth Squad? Yes, Arthur Beresford is off-duty today and I'm in command,......... now,... what time is it...?

My head doesn't work and I get myself out of bed trying to pull my whole body together.

He walks toward the door, which he happens to knock, and reaches for the door as he wears it. My vision swayed and… for the first time, I was finally opened the door.

Gachari, and the door opens from the outside with the sound. As soon as I opened it, I was a sleeper, what are you doing, Captain Arthur wasn't here today... but I... was...

Batternnnnn

... the shock that strikes my head and the cold floors are comfortable...

I couldn't get my thoughts together, and I heard several calls and calls in my name. As I listened to the words intermittently, I thought... I hadn't caught a cold or anything in a long time, but in my fading consciousness.